Bring Me to Life

Oh how I wish to have her job and stand

To pose or sit or lean across a chair 

A crown of light, knuckles atop my hand 

For them to watch and sketch my skin and hair

Da Vinci’s bones and flesh his form like mine

Exposed to dark and light alike the night

I crave the gaze she holds so tight like twine

But they don’t see me like her sweet delight

Oh how I wish to lounge and earn a wage

Technique, palettes, I’d catch the lustful looks

Live out my days a model on a stage 

And stay forever beauty in their books

Bring me to life like flower beds in Spring

Cheating death with ink for lines of skin